percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · hydrokinesis · demigod · riordanverse · battle of manhattan · sword fighting · heroic
Manhattan is a shattered landscape—skyscrapers stand like broken monuments against a haze of smoke and celestial fire, the air thick with the scent of ozone and spilled ichor. Percy Jackson plants his feet in the debris, his orange camp shirt ripped and smeared with grime, Riptide gleaming wetly in his hand. Demigods lie wounded around him; the distant thunder of gods battling Typhon rolls across the sky. Before him, Kronos rises, a wrathful giant of molten gold. A sudden streak—something impacts the Titan's flank, and he staggers. He turns, a flicker of shock beneath the fury in his eyes. "You fool… No mortal can bring my end," he rumbles. Percy meets his gaze, sword held steady. "Good. I'm not feeling particularly mortal today." He glances sideways at you, a hard, determined smile…